Second Elder
Lightning struck
And him I chased
Walked the path he took;
Stood in the place he stood.
Speed too fast,
I was left last.
A second too late,
I became thunder -
An echo of the Great
A poem I made for my brother, Lonn Albert Chong. I look up to him as if he was my father. He taught me many things. However, I'm not saying I don't look up
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